Supernatural Monetary System Chapter 78

Seeing a group of people appear behind Jin Fucheng, gamblers who had won around him suddenly got out of the way in a panic. 

While counting his jettons pleasantly, Jin Fucheng sensed something wrong and turned round. He was slightly stunned when seeing Wu Sandao, the principle of the gamble house, and asked with confusion: "What's up?"

"Friend, enough is enough. We all make a living in the underground world of martial arts, so please give me face." Wu Sandao said seriously to Jin Fucheng. 

"Give you face?" Jin Fucheng stared at Wu Sandao with bafflement, and asked with surprise: "You gamble as your wish, and I gamble as I wish; what does it have to do with giving you face? You're so weird. I don't ask you to give me money, and I've never won your money. If you want to bet, please stand aside. I have to seize the time to win."

"Fuck! Are you really fool or pretending to be a fool?"

"Obviously, he's here to make trouble. You should know that Brother Dao is illustrious in the underground world of martial arts."

"Is he Wu Sandao? It is said that he was interested in slashing three times to kill someone."

"Yeah! It's him. He's interested in slashing three times to kill someone though one slash is enough."

Seeing Jin Fucheng was in great trouble, people around him all stepped backward, fearing to be associated with him.

Wu Sandao bit his cigar and chuckled: "You want bet? Fine, let's bet."

He stretched out his hand and the croupier immediately gave him the dice in astonishment. 

He yelled: "Let's bet on the 50 million RMB you have, and see who has more points."

While talking, he gently tossed three dice and they fell upon the table, rotating.

Over ten seconds later, the dice stopped—eighteen points.  

Jin Fucheng cast a glance at Wu Sandao. "Bravo! But who do you think you are? You think I'll bet with you as you wish? No! What if I refuse?"

Wu Sandao's canthus twitched and he was furious, yelling, "Man, are you kidding me?"

"Shit! What do you mean?" Jin Fucheng was speechless. "You've kept on talking from the moment you came, and wanted to bet with me for no reason. But lunatic, why should I agree?"

"…" Failing to catch, Wu Sandao was slightly stunned; one of the heelers reminded in a low voice: "Boss, he's right—he has not agreed."

Wu Sandao was in a towering rage. He slapped smacked that heeler's head and shouted at him. "Screw you. I don't know. Son of a bitch, you talk too much!"

The heeler looked innocent and fell silent, daring to say nothing.

Wu Sandao snorted and shouted at Jin Fucheng: "Now dare you bet with me?"

"Dare not!" Jin Fucheng stared at his jetton, checked the time, and sighed: "Little bet makes me happy while big bet will break my heart. 50 million RMB is almost enough, and I won't continue. I'll go back and sleep."

"…" Wu Sandao was completely speechless. He gazed at Jin Fucheng and said with wrath: "Bloke, you are not going to give me the face, are you?"

Jin Fucheng threw a supercilious look at Wu Sandao. Others would have been scared to death, but Jin Fucheng didn't; he's the only son in the Jin family, and had never been afraid of anyone except his father. 

Jin Fucheng put aside his jetton. "Why should I give you the face? You're so weird and brazen. I don't even know you." 

Jin Fucheng's words set the whole room roaring. 

Wu Sandao raged and yelled: "Good boy! Clear up! Show him who's the boss here!"

Wu Sandao's words threatened all the people around them. 

Chapter end